Is a corner glimpse inside the Eye worth the word to speak about it? Is knowing as human…

1 when the eyes go bad it’s time to see the years thru unstitched mouths where once her…

When Mother began to die, tubes suckled her blue
veins against the blue sky, and dreams pumped images
of ocean and desert and her brother’s back
whipped by alcohol’s tyrant. Soon, she would be
a platform of fear shipped beyond welted skin
and staccato sobs in the night.

Grow wise, I did, but not before She whispered in my ear, Those words so deep from ages…